the night market. his memories of them are probably the faintest ones he has when he recalls beacon. but his memories of them are enough that his tanks twist and slosh at the thought of the faces flitting through his head now, wondering what their fates were at the end:
he remembers michelle and her kindness, her paper flowers. he remembers catherine and her twinkling eyes, her ability to bring back emer - not his emer but an emer - giving him a much needed sense of peace. he remembers pluto and her mysteriousness, her connections and resources allowing him to get a piece of home after so long...
he sighs and his winglets droop, the earlier cheerful mood between the pair now obviously gone. ]
I'm sorry that happened. I'm glad you guys were able to get to her in time too, the survivor. That must have been... [ he shakes his helm and his optics are flinty, dark, and angry. ] That was fucked up to go through.
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[ oh fuck.
the night market. his memories of them are probably the faintest ones he has when he recalls beacon. but his memories of them are enough that his tanks twist and slosh at the thought of the faces flitting through his head now, wondering what their fates were at the end:
he remembers michelle and her kindness, her paper flowers. he remembers catherine and her twinkling eyes, her ability to bring back emer - not his emer but an emer - giving him a much needed sense of peace. he remembers pluto and her mysteriousness, her connections and resources allowing him to get a piece of home after so long...
he sighs and his winglets droop, the earlier cheerful mood between the pair now obviously gone. ]
I'm sorry that happened. I'm glad you guys were able to get to her in time too, the survivor. That must have been... [ he shakes his helm and his optics are flinty, dark, and angry. ] That was fucked up to go through.